I had needs that could hurt me. Very sick needs.
Exhibitionism… Showing myself to otherwise unsuspecting men in public and sending them the signal they can have whatever they want.
And Club M met those needs.
Membership wasn't selective, but it didn't need to be. Security was always nearby by to make sure everyone followed the rules.
But rules were meant for breaking.
And if there's one thing Lacey Abigail Pornish knows how to do, it's break the rules.
What else was I supposed to do when I finally found someone as f*cked up as I was?
Say "no" to his proposition?
We could be perfect together…
~Note to readers: This is NOT a romance. This is a very dark story with mature themes. Triggers abound…